The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 532 Ch.531 Some Past Part

The process of 'collecting' the dust was easier and more painless than Mason Lyle had imagined.

And it's very fast.

In a few blinks of an eye, the genie in the bottle was full - its belly was visibly bulging. And Mason Lyle himself felt good.

he thinks.

There is nothing in this world that can stop him anymore.

The usual problems and past pains were all caused by the weakness of a fool. Now, he is not afraid!
He is awesome.

'I finally did the right thing,' he murmured.

However, the genie in the bottle laughed even crazier. The hoarse old woman-like voice made people shudder, but Mason Lyle was not hesitant or afraid now. Because he knew what it wanted -

A little powder.

It won't eat itself, or tempt itself to uncork the bottle and release some soul-devouring evil.

This is a reasonable deal.

Pay a little bit of soul powder in exchange for status, power, money and women, in exchange for a smooth and lucky life.

What an excellent deal.

Monsters are not as smart as humans. If they were humans, they would not make such a deal.

"So, how can I continue my business and my bright future?" he asked the well-fed goblin.

But the goblin said nothing, his dark eyes staring straight at the mortals outside through the bottle.

"Ah, I see, you want some more powder, right? I see you seem full." Mason Lyle raised his chin. Now, every move he made was so natural and confident - he would no longer feel inferior because of some people's eyes, or sad because of their whispers.

He was born a proud genius who was bound to succeed.

He is handsome, elegant and physically strong.

He was a man of extraordinary conversation, able to charm every lady and their husband or mistress.

He can, if he wants to.

'First you get, then you give.'

The fairy smacked her lips a few times and laughed even more happily.

'What do you want me to do for you?'

'Tell me where to go next to continue my success,' Mason Lyle asked.

then.

The goblin showed him a way.

It was a port city.

The port handles huge amounts of cargo every day, and the number of ocean-going ships coming and going is as countless as the number of worker ants in an ant nest. Mason Lyle followed its advice and set off for the port.

then.

As expected, he succeeded again.

He is more confident and thinks he is better.

'Next, hurry up, tell me where the next success is! '

And becoming more and more anxious.

The goblin was going crazy with excitement.

'To London,' it said. 'It's time to go to London, Mason Lyle.'

The City of London is unlike any other city.

There is golden honey and sweet milk flowing everywhere.

The men there are more elegant, richer, and more learned; the women there are prettier, softer, and have a stronger scent.

Mason Lyle was startled.

'That's London!'

The goblin shrugged: 'That's just London.'

Mason Lyle knew that no matter how long he hesitated, he would eventually have to follow the goblin's advice.

He spent half the night thinking, thinking about the future while fiddling with the woman's neck ring and soft flesh, and then he fell into a deep sleep with his arms around her.

The next day, he led his "children" and set off for London.

then.

He succeeded again.

But there is one bad thing about London.

It's too big and too busy.

It is too easy for an ever-expanding heart to feel its own insignificance.

Mason Lyle was troubled.

'I'm not rich enough.'

He said.

'Give me a chance to make money.' Now, instead of saying 'Please give me --' to the monster in the bottle, he could just give the order, 'Give me something,' or 'Give me something quickly.'

He paid the price anyway.

Why should I still be as timid as I was before and show courtesy to a monster?

'Find me a chance to make money, big money.'

He ordered. The goblin touched his stomach. Every time he had a meal, he was particularly excited.

"Of course, Mason Lyle." It slowly approached the crystal bottle and put its twisted and sharp face against the bottle. "Of course I will give you such an opportunity - an opportunity within half a month, an opportunity to make a lot of money."

It told Mason Lyle that an investment was emerging recently.

A good investment that he may not have noticed.

'You can't put in more than a thousand pounds.'

The goblin said.

'You must stop this investment within half a month and recover all the principal.'

it says.

'Go! Go make a lot of money!'

as predicted.

Soon he heard about this investment from his friends, and within a few days, the investment spread widely in the circle.

Ocean trade.

Mysterious organization.

A group of "students" who are not doing this for money, but for "research".

'I made fifty-three pounds!'

The circus director, whose investment paid off, danced in the tent, holding the envelope.

The goblin was in low spirits.

'I told you. Within a thousand pounds, within a fortnight.'

Mason Lyle's eyes became brighter and brighter.

soon.

His mailbox was filled with letters.

Fifty-three pounds, one hundred and twenty-seven pounds, two hundred pounds, three hundred pounds.

The more he invested, the more he got in return.

The goblin's laughter became increasingly weird.

He was confident that this business might be an 'exception' - he could keep doing it for a while longer, he had calculated.

If this continued for a month, he could disband the circus completely and stop living with these deformed monsters all day long.

He could buy a big house, or even scrape together a large estate: maid, coachman, and footman.

He longed for that kind of life.

I am also confident that I can do it with my own abilities.

"I'll wait another half month," he said, "maybe you're being too cautious."

The goblin looked at him for a long moment, then said in a strange tone: "Ah, maybe."

half a month.

Business took a sharp turn for the worse.

That group of people...

Disappeared.

Without a trace.

Just like the white blood in the powder room of life, the door was swung upwards for half the night, and it was absorbed without a trace. And when you wake up with your hands full of blood, there is only a disgusting secretion left.

Mason Lyle took out a loan from the bank.

The circus was used as collateral.

Now, he lost.

"You didn't tell me I couldn't do it! Thank you! I was deceived by a monster in a bottle - no, you didn't deceive me, and you don't have the ability to deceive a truly intelligent human being with a noble soul!"

He paced the tent, trampling over his own insults with every step.

"I just didn't notice, didn't notice the lies of a dirty, shameless little monster like you! I trusted you, I trusted you so much, I thought you were helping me sincerely! But you, but you! "

He turned around and put his hands on his hips.

'But what did you do!'

The goblin just grinned at him, responding to the insult with a sharp laugh.

It danced in the bottle like Mason Lyle, its spiky hands clapping, its fuzzy feet stamping, its face swirling and wriggling like a whirlpool!

'Mason Lyle made a mistake! Mason Lyle made a mistake!'

it sings.

'He lost his business and the circus's rags were picked up by the bank!'

'He lost his status and became the talk of everyone!'

'He has nothing! He lives on the streets! He's a walking corpse!'

Mason Lyle was so angry that he wanted to smash it.

But before that, he had to face the debt collectors who came to visit.

A woman who 'took over' his circus.

Young woman.

(End of this chapter)